from all that leads to nothing

most still .... most secret .... most grave...

let us draw an end

and cut the penence from your lips

speak not a breath of this

cloaked with hidden daggers

beneath such faint eyelashes

casting a fallen shadow

watching the dead lead the blind to slaughter

swaying the decomposing that float beneath the bridge

warming the sickness in my heart

divides the skin

remove the bags from our heads

to keep us alive to keep us breathing

bound at the wrists

carry me to that shineing place

were we'll lay among the tarnish

destroy the flesh that holds us together

destroy the mold that shaped us

some eyes were ment to cry

tonight there falling victum